Fang Qian felt more and more powerful auras around him, and knew that he had underestimated the foundation of the Left Chancellery. It was natural that he could not rely on the pity of others, otherwise with Xiahou's cultivation, wouldn't he be able to easily kill the grassland?

Not to mention the high priest in front of him who was not weaker than the master of the Hangkong Temple, the other three slightly weak auras were enough to compare with Zhiming. In front of the four Zhiming-level strong men, he wanted to take Xiaobai away, which was not as easy as he had said to Shanshan before.

Since the Tang Dynasty came forward, it was obviously because Ning Que had already informed his identity, so he needed to consider more in his actions.

The same goes for the same thing, if a reputation can make the grassland people surrender, they will not have fought for so many years. After all, not everyone is a dog licking dog, and most of the grassland people are known for their bravery.

Identity can save your life in front of ordinary strong people, but it is impossible to get more.

To put it bluntly, he cannot represent the knowledge and the academy. Since this is the case, the other party naturally won’t take too much into consideration.

Most importantly, he underestimated the attraction of Tianma to the grassland people. Tianma may mean the same as the angels to Christians.

If he rejects this proposal, the war will surely begin, and many people will definitely die at that time, and it will not be an easy result for either side.

So it seems that this proposal has become his best choice now.

He thought about these things in silence, knowing that after all, his power was not strong enough. If he could have the power of a spectator or even a master, who could force him like this?

He has always pursued the meaning of freedom, but along the way, there are too many things in this world that will make him look forward to it and be uneasy. This is probably the reason why his sword intent has never been truly formed.

Not long ago, he used the sword intent of Jian Twenty-san to erase the life of a powerful man who knew his destiny. Perhaps this time, he could use the blood of the strong to refine his own sword intent.

He looked at the high priest's old face, which was as tall as a tree bark, with indifferent eyes.

"If you want to compare, you can, but your chips are far from enough."

As he said before, Shanyu's three promises were just a joke.

The high priest was silent, and looked at Fang Qian with vicissitudes of sight and asked, "What do you want?"

Fang Qian swept through the crowd around him one by one, and suddenly thought of the unblocked faith ability in the fruit of light. Maybe he could try to untie it this time.

Finally, he set his eyes on Shanyu beside the high priest.

"You have three, and I have only one of them. If I win, he will die, and you must regard me as king!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar, exclaiming, cursing, and the various rude words made the pasture a noisy in an instant.

"How is that possible?"

"A person from the Central Plains wants to be our king?"

"It's impossible for him to win three games in a row."

"He probably has gone crazy."

General Shu Cheng was slightly surprised. Since Fang Qian talked about one-on-three, he obviously refused Tang Jun's help, but he did not expect Fang Qian would actually want to be the king of the grassland people.

Although Fang Qian was a disciple of the Master, he was not a Tang Dynasty person. Strictly speaking, he did not belong to any country, so if he wanted to be the king of the grassland, there would be no obstacles from any country.

Shanyu was very angry at first, but after being angry, he became frightened.

The people of the grassland admire the strong. If Fang Qian really wins three games in a row, he will become the most powerful person on the grassland. With his identity as the master of Tianma, he will never have the chance to become king in the grassland.

As he expected, the initial uproar and scolding quickly disappeared.

Many grassland people discovered that if Fang Qian really won three consecutive games as he said, plus his special identity, then if he became the new Shanyu, they would not actually resist.

The master of the angel is God, and the master of Tianma is naturally the incarnation of the heaven of immortality, and the incarnation of the heaven of immortality will naturally not be a weak person.

As long as Fang Qian becomes the strongest person on the grassland, in the eyes of the grassland people, he is the incarnation of immortality.

If their Chanyu is the incarnation of the Heaven of Eternal Life, why should we resist?

Shanyu looked at the changes around him and his heart began to feel cold. He suddenly felt that he had been confused by Tianma before. He was about to speak, but the high priest had already spoken: "Yes!"

The high priest's words were a final decision.

Suddenly, Shanyu felt cold all over, as if at this moment there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him, hoping that he would die.

He looked at the high priest tremblingly, but the high priest's eyes were calm and without any turmoil.

To the royal court, it was like the Master in the Tang Dynasty and the matter of the throne, as long as he thought, he could decide in one sentence.

At this time, the head of the Tianyu Secretariat of the Temple's Tianyu Secretariat looked dark, and he said angrily: "How dare he be the king of the grassland? He has taken Xiling seriously!"

If a person who Zhishouguan became the king of the grassland barbarians, no matter how he looked at it, it would be an extremely shameful thing in the eyes of the Central Plains people.

And the most important thing is that it was obviously completely impossible before, and no one even thought about it, but it has the possibility of success because of a horse.

The head of the Tianyu Secretariat was a little regretful. If he had come forward before, things might not have developed to this point.

At this moment, it would be meaningless if he stood up and said, because this was an agreement between the powerful men who knew the fate and could not be changed by him.

Fang Qian was not surprised by this. After discovering the importance of Tianma to the grassland people, he knew that such a result would be. The temple could accept that Haotian was a woman. Why couldn’t the barbarians not accept that Changshengtian was a Central Plains man?

Of course, he was not interested in leading the grassland people to a beautiful and prosperous life after becoming Khan. He no longer had the experience of governing and had no management methods. The most important thing is that it was too troublesome.

For him, the grassland man is completely a tool man. After all, only God is related to faith, so if he wants to activate the ability of faith, he must find a way to become God.

And in the Central Plains, he has no way to be a god, and only here can he have the opportunity to try.

He vaguely felt that the ability of faith was the most important means for him to compete with Haotian. After all, Haotian was born by the faith of countless people.

In the silence, the ring was quickly built. It was said to be built, but in fact it was just a large open space with canvas, so it would not take long.

Mo Shanshan came to Fang Qian at this time, and Mo Chiyuan's disciples followed her because no one in Mo Chiyuan chose to leave.

While Mo Shanshan was worried, he was also very relieved.

Her expression was calm, her sparse and long eyelashes blinked gently, and she looked at Fang Qian and said seriously: "No matter whether you win or lose, I'm here."

Fang Qian smiled slightly, feeling satisfied, and suddenly he was so terrible that he was full of fighting spirit.

"Take good care of Xiaobai, wait until I succeed, how about you be my princess?"
Chapter completed!